April Sun In Cuba

I'm tired of the city life, Summer's on the run, People tell me I should stay But I got to get my fun So don't try to hold me back There's nothing you can say Snake eyes on the paradise And we got to go today. Chorus Take me to the April Sun in Cuba, oh, oh, oh, Take me where the April sun gonna treat me So right, so right, so right. I can almost smell the perfumed nighs And see the starry sky I wish you comin' with me baby 'Cause right before my eye See Castro in the alley way Talkin' 'bout missile love Talkin' 'bout J.F.K. And the way he shook him up.